Smoking Black Eggs in Japan
Steam shoots out of the earth and the sound of furious bubbling travels through the air. Here, only a few hours from Tokyo, this fierce, smoking whirlpool is…
Steam shoots out of the earth and the sound of furious bubbling travels through the air. Here, only a few hours from Tokyo, this fierce, smoking whirlpool is…
“We’ve been here all week,” say the first couple we meet in Sawai Madhopur, when we ask the question that’s on everyone’s mind.
Japan has no shortage ofonsen, natural hot springs where people dip in and out of skin-scalding pools in order to soak, scrub and just relax and say ahhhhh.
Yet in Jigokudani Yaenkoen, macaque monkeys got there first.
Sawai Madhopur is a small town on the edge of Ranthambore National Park in Rajasthan, a base for tiger safaris.
Both in and outside the park, however, monkeys roam freely…
I’m playing with experimenting with technology today at Inside the Travel Lab. So here’s a cool photo from the island of Miya Jima (Shrine Island) in Japan to keep you entertained while I meddle with connections to Inside the Travel Lab’s Facebook Page. Back soon…
Across Japan, amidst the crowds or within the privacy of solitude, people read their fortunes and say their prayers. Depending on whether they like what they read, they tie the paper in neat knots outside the temple.
As a thriller, I enjoyed this book almost until its conclusion, however as a travelogue I loved it all the way through.
With only 2000 pandas left on the planet, they can be tricky to track down. In Chengdu
As the sleek shinkansen train slid into Hiroshima station, I admit I felt nervous. Yet for all the studies and reports, I was still unprepared for what I saw.
Without a doubt, Wild Swans influenced my travels more than any other book. Detailed, intense and unflinching, it tells the story of girls with bound feet, Mao’s revolution and the famines and doctrines…
With only 4000 left on the planet – a tiger obsession seeps through travellers shivering in safari jeeps
I see my mother,through falling leaves of disjointed flashbacks, as a swirl of black-liquorice fabric. I taste the chlorine and smell the rubber arm-bands from learning to…